History Repeats Itself

Soft steps and a blank expression;

Hands held close, hushed words exchanged.

She is under his repression

Much like I was when I had changed.

 

Cautious is the eye that wanders;

Only am I the one to tell.

To her the truth is but slander-

For it is she who is now under his spell.

 

My lips quiver to shout the truth,

But I render it useless for it to leave.

If I were to greet her with my words...

Who is to say she'll believe?

 

The past must be swallowed and ignored.

I should not force her to my experiences.

I will share when she stands at my door

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Reviews

[Ashley]

Love this poem, great use of words.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Never a truer poem written, well done, great read.

[Lady T]

very interesting. I like the way you put your words togetrher!

[SonOfPlunder]

Very nicely done...fits together almost perfectly, good work

[Blue]

I fell in love with the beauty of your words, Kaitlyn. You have a way with unfolding events in a professional and enchanting manner. Gracefully-worded poem, dare I say.

[Kaitlyn Raiford]

Thank you so much.

[Justin]

that is awesome!!!! everything goes together so well!!!

[emma]

This is truely amazing! The choice of words with the rhyme allows it to flow so well, congratulations.